If I remember right, it takes about 5,000 hours to master something. Not be the best, but have the infinite confidence that you know what you’re doing. A few years ago at work I had a moment when I realized I want making educated guesses anymore, but straight up knew what the fuck I was taking about.
Due to changes in my industry, I sometimes get concerned about holding the line long enough to get the wife through nursing school. At a minimum I need to float for another 2+ years, and I’m sure I’ll do fine, but. I like having a plan. It doesn’t have to be good; it doesn’t have to even sound good; it just needs to exist. I have a plan, not really fleshed out but it works. I just want it to work better.
If I devoted 3 hours a day to my ‘hobbies’ that would be 1,000 hours a year, meaning 5 years until mastery. If shit goes sideways, I’ll have a lot of spare time on my hands, which means I just ramp up hard. Like the Poe song
There’s a broken beam inside of the big, big bridge
I guess that whole thing is caving in
Maybe it is time I learn how to swim
I’ll be a dolphin
Prolly my favorite song by Poe. Obviously by the lyrics it’s actually about love or some shit, but it’s also about just rolling on. When shit goes sideways, straight up pear shaped, rather than trying to make it right again, fuck it, turn sideways too.
I can never decide which (to/too) I should be using in the situation above.